"Very nice! I knew you'd have a very nice juicy p**y. I can see how tight and wet you are." Carlos moaned as he continued to thrust his tongue in my p**y and I could feel the coldness from his tongue.
He moves his hands from my thighs, and slides it up against my body. He cups my t**s, pressing them together before gliding down towards my p**y. Spreading the lips of my p**y, he let out a moanful growl.
"F**k! You're so sensitive and wet."
He muttered before sitting up with his knees still on the bed. His hands found their way to the buttons of his tartan shirt, loosening them at a fast pace.
I maintained my posture right where I lay on the bed, my eyes never leaving him. He smiled as soon as he locked eyes with me and immediately, he hurled his shirt, letting it land freely on t
